Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 19 — Songbirds & Battleaxes

Saturday, January 6, 2018

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It’s a new year here in the blog world, and I hope yours had a great beginning.  This fae tale started in 2017, before Midsummer.  While months have passed for us, only a matter of days have gone by for Bedlam Thunder and her faery friends.  As winter’s cold nips I can pretend I’m in the warmer clime of Thistledown. 

I recognize that it is difficult to keep up with the details of this serial over such an amount of time.  Plus, some of you only started following recently.  So here are links for two episodes that would be good refreshers for today’s chapter — Episode 7, Doors and Doors*, and Episode 8, Shadows of Body and Mind*.  Events there should trigger your memory.  Or with this post, you can catch-up with links* to episodes 1 through 5. 

Previously from Bedlam’s point of view…

Finally Carver reappeared.  He held a huge copper ax…  Then Carver braced himself and swung the massive ax at the beautiful door he had created…  A sound like the entire world shattering filled my ears.


Midsummer Bedlam 19

Songbirds and Battleaxes


On tiny but speedy wings, Bob the hummingbird hurried to the cottage where he last saw Bedlam Thunder.  He knew something was badly out of balance.  Yet no matter how brave the heart, or how fast the flight, it was quite a distance for such a little bird.  Although Bob had to admit he had taken a detour or three.  It was no wonder his wings grew sluggish.

Far below, Bob spotted a faery with long dark blue hair.  Her wings were aqua with cobalt blue sparkles.  The hummingbird knew that was Holly Songbird.  Distracted by what he saw on the ground, Bob almost collided with Holly’s cousin, Poppy Songbird as she soared in playful flight.  Poppy back-winged and straightened her flower-shaped spectacles.

“Hi Bob!  Goodness, but you look all tuckered out.  Poor little guy.  You seem upset.  I wish I could understand hummingbirds,” she commented and stretched out a hand as she fluttered.  “Here.  Have a seat and you can fly with me,” Poppy said and Bob gratefully perched on her finger.

He got a tight grip and hung onto Poppy as she soared heavenward when her cousin sang a dramatic high note.  Poppy flew a daring loop and then performed a roll.

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Holly Songbird was rehearsing for the big Midsummer party that Peaches Dragonfly was going to host.  However, Poppy was not performing.  She did the daredevil flying spontaneously, out of pure joy.

The two cousins were at the home of Carver Eastdoor, where he and Ivy Twinkle worked to re-create the amazing candy door that Carver had used a great copper battleax to destroy.  That act had somehow allowed Bedlam to return home from the colorless faery-verse when she inadvertently went there.  Bob worriedly wondered if something similar might have happened to Bedlam Thunder again.

The hummingbird darted to a nearby tree to rest.  He figured that he would get distracted by the small group of faeries and their work if he stayed too close.  He instinctively knew something was getting steadily more off kilter in Thistledown, and he was in a hurry to check on Bedlam.

However, hummingbirds can be flighty even when they have the best intentions.  He heard two male voices, Carver Eastdoor and Ivy Twinkle.  Before he knew it, Bob found himself listening to the conversation of the faeries. 

“You’ve certainly got the lift in your wings, Poppy,” Carver’s old friend Ivy Twinkle commented using a popular phrase.

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Saks Fifth Avenue at Christmas, by Dan Antion

“It’s such a shame that Carver had to smash the first door.  But it was fun cleaning up all the candy ― not to mention eating it!” Poppy told him.  “Although I think that really was the only way to bring Bedlam Thunder back.  I can’t imagine being stuck in the colorless world she described,” Poppy added with a shudder.

She adjusted her flower-shaped spectacles and then turned to watch her cousin Holly begin to practice another song.

“I’m not sure my voice will be loud enough on the lowest notes,” Holly commented.  “Not if the crowd is as large as everyone expects.”

“No one will care,” Ivy Twinkle stopped his work hanging confections around the portal to tell her.

His eyes really did twinkle when he looked at Holly.  Bob thought perhaps Ivy was a little bit star struck.  She was one of the biggest celebrities in Thistledown.  Carver elbowed his old friend in the ribs and cleared his throat.  Ivy pretended not to know what Carver meant.

“Don’t worry,” Carver told the songstress.  “The acoustics will be perfect once everything is finished.  Thanks for getting the Dragon’s Nest band to help transport the stage to Peaches’ orchard.”

“The band is always happy to lend a hand.  After all, it’s for our performance,” Holly assured him.  “So, it should be us thanking you.”

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Warren Wong, Unsplash

Unexpectedly, something large and red barreled across the sky toward them.

“What in heaven’s name,” Holly began.  “I’ve never seen anything move that fast!  Is it a dragon?”

“It’s Field Yewwasp,” Carver said softly.  “Despite his size, there’s no one faster on the wing than the furry faery.  But I’ve never seen even him move so quickly.”

Field’s sense of urgency seemed to reach ahead of him.  Everyone stopped what they were doing and stood close together.

Carver’s toddler daughter came running out of the house giggling.  She couldn’t fly yet, but with every third step she fluttered upward.  It made for an adorable bounce-run.  Just as Field Yewwasp touched the ground and straightened his bright red coat, she barreled into him.  Field swept the tot up onto his shoulders.  She took his top hat and put it on her own head.

The child’s mother was not far behind.  She expertly detached the tot from Field ― although, he had to stoop down before anyone could reach the child.

“What’s wrong?” everyone asked in a multi tone round of voices.

Field turned serious eyes to Carver Eastdoor.  Carver’s brows furrowed suspiciously.

“Please don’t tell me I’m going to need to shatter another door.  This one’s nearly finished.  There’s no time to make another one before the Midsummer party,” Carver muttered insightfuliy.

“I don’t think so,” Field began in a noncommittal voice that did nothing to ease Carver’s mind.  “However, I saw that big copper battleax of yours in a vision.”

Thistledown had not known any sort of fighting, certainly not battles, in more generations than anyone could count.  The mere mention of the battleax elicited dread from the group of faeries.

Silence descended.

Bob had caught his second wind.  He darted into the sky, hurrying on his errand.  He was filled with worry about Bedlam.

The End


 This Week’s Faery Namers

Click the links to reveal the identity of the namers.  Enjoy a visit to their fantastic blogs.

Poppy Songbird

Holly Songbird

Carver Eastdoor

Field Yewwasp

Ivy Twinkle

Peaches Dragonfly

Events are on the wing, whether large or tiny.  Fly over next time to find out what happens in Hanging by a Hair.  Until then…

Hugs on the wing! 



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91 thoughts on “Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 19 — Songbirds & Battleaxes

  1. What a clever idea to have Bob take a rest and drop in on some of the residents of Thistledown, Teagan. It’s a lovely way to tell the story of what is going whilst the readers’ main question and concern of what has happened to Bedlam is still very much in the vision of the story. He may be on quite a journey, but he’s certainly keeping us all informed of what is going on. He’s like the ‘eyes’ of Thistledown. I hope he soon finds some nectar to refresh himself. He deserves it.
    Hugs to you.

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    1. “Where does it come from?” LOL, Kirt that question just gave me an image of a cobwebby cluttered attic with dark shadows and potentially creepy things and critters hiding in dark recesses. I think that was my brain. o_O
      Thanks for catching up with the story. I hope your new year is off to a wonderful start. Hugs on the wing!

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    1. It’s lovely to see you, Andrea. That’s what I’ve always had in mind. 😉 Although I change my mind about how to achieve that ending. I’ve had a few different ideas, but not settled on one yet. I guess I’ll choose the one that feels right at the moment.
      Thanks so much for visiting. Hugs on the wing!

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      1. Yes, Sheila is my name. And yarny things like spinning, dyeing, weaving and maybe knitting are my thing. I admit to being a better spinner, dyer and weaver than a knitter.

        I am intrigued with the whole idea of there being a mirror dimension of the faery world, where there could be doppelgangers of your characters. It sure ropes the reader into wanting to find out what happens next!

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        1. Thank’s so very much, Sheila! When I saw the photo of blue yarn at your blog, I had to visit. You’ll see how blue yarn comes into this story in upcoming episodes. You may have seen it in a past one too. Have a wonder-filled new week. 🙂

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    1. LOL thanks Rob! 😀 How to develop a character for a hummingbird? I wouldn’t have thought I’d ever need to ask myself that question. Then came Bob. A few things came to me — he’s brave, but suitably timid for his tiny size, and he’s “flighty,” but I let that be for his species. A challenge for him to overcome.
      Here’s how we learned Bob’s name:
      Have a marvelous Monday. Hugs on the wing!

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  2. Poor little Bob. He is quickly becoming my favorite character. I hope he gets where he is going in one piece. The Fairies are adorable! I can see the tot fairy taking a little bounce now and then. Just magical, Teagan!

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    1. Hi John. LOL, Bob might be easily distracted, but he’s no bird brain. So I’m worried too. 😉 I appreciate you taking a moment to visit. Put your coat on, because here’s a virtual hug from 14 degrees (at 7 PM). Now, where’s that hot toddy…? Cheers.

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    1. Aw thank you Mary. I love this comment.
      I hope your weekend is good. I can’t imagine the weather there… It’s bitterly cold here, and I’m scared to death of what it’s doing to my outdoor car… (This one needs to last forever… Yes, my anxiety issues are maxed. o_O ) But I’m finally beginning to feel human again with the sinus infection. Hopefully I’ll be able to handle going back to the office this week, not that I have any choice.
      Wishing you warm. Hugs.

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    1. Wouldn’t it be fun to wear such glasses? 😀 I appreciate that feedback, Diana.
      Ha! Yes that darned battleaxe… Still not quite sure how I’m going to handle that. I see the glimmer of an idea taking shape, but my brain is too frozen to reach it. 😉
      Huge thanks for visiting today. Hugs on the wing!

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  3. So very descriptive as usual dearest Teagan and i loved the image of that little fairy toddler who was trying to fly.. And another interesting character and wonder indeed will Battleax be as fierce as he sounds? and well Bob find Bedlam in time.. 🙂
    Wonderful to land upon your post in my reader upon my New Year return dear Teagan.. A real pleasure and treat for me to read this wet afternoon..
    Have a most wonderful Peaceful weekend, and and May 2018 bring all things to completion with an abundance of joy and love..
    Happy New Year if I had not already wished it you Teagan.. Love and Peace.. ❤ Sue

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    1. Welcome back to the blogosphere, Sue. It’s wonderful to see you. Your comment warms this bitterly cold day. I’m delighted you enjoyed this post. Completion… yes that’s a good hope. Clicking over to visit you soon. Happy New Year to you too. Hugs on the wing!

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    1. Tee-hee!!! I love it, Gerlinde! (about Bob)
      All the characters give me a way to make shout-outs to other bloggers. Doing that is really the main point of my blog serials.
      Heartfelt thanks for reading and commenting, my friend. Hugs to you and Bob! 😀


  4. What magical bliss! Bob is a perfect name for a hummingbird. I wish he would visit The Holler. The fairies too, please. Could you ask them for me? I promise to take flattering fotos of the fairies in their best light.

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    1. Tee-hee! I would love to see the photos you would take of the faeries, Cindy. I know you have some lovely shots of hummers at your blog. I just wish they would bring some normal temperatures to this frigid winter.
      (Now I’m wishing I could write your wonderful Holler into this story. Although I’m afraid the idea has come too late in the writing process.)
      Heartfelt thanks for visiting with this warm and delightful comment. Hugs on the wing!


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